Greg's Poetry Journal

A shovel handle standing up

from inside the barn is not hard to see.

A wagon wheel spinning round

so easy and so free.

A crowbar standing up in the corner

with nothing to do at all.

A calf is looking for its mom;

you think when you hear it bawl?

The smell of hay from way back then

seems so near today.

But the other smells I remember from then,

makes me glad they are far away!

Greg Gandy © 7-11-06

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